Miss, you are my future wife

Chapter 99 You're Pressing My Hair!
At noon the next day, the list of birthday parties handwritten by the comrades in love was freshly released. The ranking is in order of the initials of the surnames:
Chen Lu (female), Dai Yu, Hua Ang, Ouyang Qianqian (female), Shen Bin, Xiong Ji, Yu Bo, Zhang Jialong, a total of eight people.

Xiao Yao held the A4 paper in his hand, frowned, and sat on the sofa full of sundries, taking a landline phone to invite one by one.

In the end, Hua Ang said that he was out of town and couldn't make it, and Yu Bo said "I will try my best", so that would be seven people.

Seven people plus my family of three, that's ten people, and ten people should be packed in these dozen square meters... It can only be said that it is indeed very lively.

During the Spring Festival before, grandma's house was crowded by relatives in the same way, so Xiao Yao knew... At least, there is definitely room for him to sit.

In other words, I always feel that someone is missing, who is it?

Shen Jie took over the part of the birthday cake, she wanted to make it herself.

Of course the back kitchen was in Shen Tianyun's room, and she volunteered to help, moving all the ingredients and the oven into the room, and asked Shen Jie to teach her, and said that next time her classmate celebrated her birthday, she would show her skills.

Xiao Yao tried to stop her but to no avail. Thinking of Shen Tianyun's dark cooking, she began to worry whether her classmate's birthday party would become a scene of large-scale food poisoning.

It's really disturbing... Xiao Yao is worried.

Whether it was Shen Jie, Yu Luying, Ouyang Qianqian, or even Shen Tianyun, it seemed that no one had ever given him such respect.

"The glasses are mine too." Shen Jie said.

"Okay." Xiao Yao began to take off the clothes on his body, neatly stacked them on the bed, and covered Shen Jie: "Fortunately, I bought the underwear myself."

The tense air immediately dissipated without a trace.

Xiao Yao finally realized who was missing from the list.

"And then? You just read your composition to her, right?" Shen Jie seemed really angry this time.

Xiao Yao told her how to write the topic "We Are the Rising Sun", and then talked about Haizi, Gu Cheng and Misty Poetry, about "Death of a Poet", and then about Asimov's three laws of robots, Chivalry and the principle of quantum uncertainty, talked about the gossip in St. Francis' school, and even gave her a post on "Bloodline II".

"Don't read things like online novels, the more you read, the worse the writing style will be..."

There was a burst of clear laughter like silver bells on the other end of the phone: "Student Xiao Yao is very humorous."

"Don't bite," Xiao Yao shrank his shoulders: "I told you, it's just that someone called me and asked me to guide the composition. If I have extra thoughts, I'm a dog, okay?"

"Are you sure our money—your money is enough for such a toss?"

"I'm not, I don't," Xiao Yao whispered into the microphone: "My family is back, I won't tell you now, goodbye." Then he put the receiver down.

"My cell phone must have been left in my daughter's room, so that's why I haven't been in the service area." Xiao Yao opened the door of the refrigerator and stuffed the vegetables in his hand forcefully: "By the way, wife, I'll read the composition I wrote to you." listen?"

"Who is that?" Shen Jie asked relentlessly.

This reminded Xiao Yao of the day Shen Jie ran away from home, and broke in like this carrying a black plastic bag...

"What about Navarre?"

Xiao Yao was thinking about how to find himself back, but Shen Jie didn't move at all, and said confidently: "But, you are mine too!"

Ever since Shen Jie came back from the hospital and visited her uncle's house with a present to thank her, their relationship seems to have become...very close?

Anyway, Shen Jie doesn't know how to cook, and Shen Tianyun can't even think about it, she can't cook by herself for her birthday, right?
However, there is one person who may be able to ask her for help.

Xiao Yao hesitated, but still didn't dare, Shen Jie wiped her hands, walked to the sofa, picked up the receiver, and stuffed it into Xiao Yao's hand.

Feeling helpless, he walked into Shen Tianyun's room and took out his mobile phone, preparing to send a message to Yu Luying to confirm the arrangements for her birthday.

"Ask her, I'm not kidding." Shen Jie said seriously: "Call quickly, ah."

On the day he just came back from the hospital, Shen Jie took him to get a new pair of fashionable glasses, replacing the old-fashioned black-framed square mirrors.

"The clothes, pants, socks, and slippers are all mine!"

Xiao Yao walked over, shook the opponent's arm lightly, and as expected was hit on the arm again.

"Write more...it's a headache." Zhao Xiaomei said.

"And for modern literature...Wang Xiaobo's "Times Trilogy" and Han Han's books can be read... Oh yes, "Fortress Besieged" must be read."

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Yao regretted it.As soon as she said this, Shen Jie jumped up and ran outside again, isn't she looking for trouble for herself when she has nothing to do?

"The house is mine!" Xiao Yao finally thought of a way to fight back—could you still want me, the "faulty party", to leave the house without leaving the house?
wrong.

"...Okay," Shen Jie rubbed her head, stretched out her clean bare feet, and rubbed against Xiao Yao's calf: "Hurry up and get dressed, we are going to Navarra wedding dress."

He jumped onto the bed, reached out and hugged Shen Jie in his arms: "Yes, I belong to you too."

But, how should I explain it to Yu Luying...

"Don't listen, don't listen, don't listen," Shen Jie covered her ears with her hands: "You are really good, even if you call Yu Luying to ask her to come to the birthday party, you two call for an hour or two. Not conscious at all?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's okay, I'll rub it for you."

"I don't like to read Guo Bite's books anyway. There are only empty rhetoric and nothing else...

I'd like to see what else you do.

Shen Jie laughed: "I'm joking with you, I missed writing, please invite her."

Xiao Yao took off his glasses and handed them to Shen Jie, everything in front of him became blurred.

"That one is a high-end custom art wedding dress."

"It's nothing, she just called and insisted that I teach her how to write..." Xiao Yao couldn't laugh or cry.

"Hello? Xiao Yao, hello," a sweet girlish voice came from the receiver: "I'm Zhao Xiaomei."

"So far?" Xiao Yao was taken aback: "I remember that Paris wedding dresses are three streets past our school. There is also a Milan wedding dress shop on the old commercial street. Why are you running to Qingpu?"

"Aren't you stupid, bumpkin," the girl scolded, "Paris and Milan are all... assembly line operations, industrial production lines, you know, templates and sets are all very clichéd things, basically no art. The design speaks for itself.”

"?" Xiao Yao was stunned and didn't speak for a long time.

"Huh?" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized.

"Who are you calling?" Shen Jie's eyes widened. She didn't intend to let Xiao Yao pass the test so easily this time.

"You can read anthology essays for middle school students. The main thing is to master the routines," Xiao Yao taught earnestly. "However, it's good to read a few books about that kind of stuff. The main thing is to read some classics of Chinese and foreign literature."

?No, how can the hair be pressed even if the hair is shaved short?

The more Xiao Yao spoke, the more vigorously he switched the receiver from the left ear to the right ear, and then from the right ear to the left ear.

This uncle is also the same, previously he disliked Shen Jie in the hospital, but now he has a straight-forward character.

Before he let go of his hand, the sharp phone rang again.

"Okay, are you sure?" Xiao Yao grabbed both sides of the boxer panties with both hands, making a gesture to take them off.

Xiao Yao frowned, hesitated for a while, and decided to decline this somewhat ambiguous and intimate request: "Next time, definitely next time."

"Qingpu."

"Ah, you've crushed my hair!" Shen Jie exclaimed.

"Student Xiao Yao," Zhao Xiaomei said in a serious tone, "Xiaomei would like to ask, what is the secret of your composition writing so well?"

Xiao Yao raised his head and looked at Shen Jie who was carefully separating the egg yolk from the egg white: "Honey, is there something missing—"

That was the first guest I personally invited.

Didn't you claim that you used to belong to the literature club too, Xiao Yao thought teasingly.

The trouble with people is that they like to be teachers. That is to say, "being a teacher" is like picking out ears, which is essentially a happy thing.

Finally, Zhao Xiaomei asked Xiao Yao to read to her the composition she had written.

"Why is this Zhao Xiaomei again, what's the situation if it's not you two?" Shen Jie put her hands on her hips.

"It's really not Yu Luying, if it were Yu Luying, I would be... I would be..." Xiao Yao said anxiously.

"No, no, no," Xiao Yao declined, "This is too weird. If you want to read it, I'll show you a few articles next time."

Xiao Yao was a little dazed, and for a moment didn't understand what she was going to do.

"I am your Wang Baba, and you are my Miao Mama." Holding the girl in his arms, Xiao Yao rolled over and back on the small single bed once.

Zhao Xiaomei didn't have many opinions to express, and most of the time she listened to Xiao Yao's unilateral speech.She doesn't know much, so it is rare for her to be in a situation where "my old lady understands better than you". At the same time, she is very interested in every topic Xiao Yao talks about.

Xiao Yao didn't know whether Zhao Xiaomei's admiration for her came from the heart or acted out, but it was indeed quite useful.

Xiao Yao rolled his eyes subconsciously: "Hi, student Zhao Xiaomei, I'm Xiao Yao."

The girl didn't push him away this time, she just buried her head on his shoulder and took a light bite.

"You were originally a dog," Shen Jie said, "My dog."

Xiao Yao was taken aback for a moment, but after thinking about it, it is true that Shen Jie bought this issue for him from the newsstand.

Why are you so busy?
"Hello?" Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie didn't listen to his sophistry, and jumped over with all her teeth and claws, crackling and punching, and then climbed onto Xiao Yao's bed and lay on her side facing the wall.

"Where is the Navarre wedding dress?" Xiao Yao sat up and put on his clothes.

Beep, beep, beep... It seems that the receiver has been off for too long, and it has timed out.

"Ah?" Xiao Yao was stunned for a moment: "Composition is something like writing more and reading more."

Didn't you say that I make decisions about my birthday? What is this sudden song about?
"Are you okay?" Shen Jie raised her eyelids and asked again in a discussing tone.

"What's the matter with you?" The girl bluffed: "I asked you to help me get some food. Your mobile phone has been out of service area, and your home phone has been busy. Who have you been calling? Yu Luying?"

"Don't make a fuss, those who chase or not are just ordinary classmates and friends. Seeing that my Chinese is good, you want me to help her make up for it. Don't be angry..."

Xiao Yao pressed the button of the phone with his hand, ready to release it to redial.

"Okay, the underwear is yours." Shen Jie quickly reached out to stop his hooliganism.

After all... no one can resist the charm of a young and beautiful female high school student, Xiao Yao thought teasingly.

"Masterpieces of Chinese and foreign world literature." Zhao Xiaomei said.

Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, Xiao Yao pressed the eight-digit phone number of Yu Luying's home.

He put the magazine into the girl's hand again.

"Goofy, let's not call Yu Luying this time, okay?" Shen Jie didn't look up, took out the prepared low-gluten flour and starch, and was about to start stirring.

There was a knock on the door of Zaopian: "Xiao Shen, don't you want to go shopping with me?"

"Zhao Xiaomei." Xiao Yao beckoned.

Zhao Xiaomei listened very carefully, and interrupted Xiao Yao midway, saying that she was going to get a notebook to take notes.

The daughter of the farmer's market is really an inexplicable combination, Xiao Yao thought.

"You can do it!" Shen Jie pointed at Xiao Yao: "Then Yu Luying is your old friend, and we all lived and died together again, so I can be considered quite tolerant, right? You give me another one? You know?" You look good now, some girls strike up a conversation with you, some girls chase you, you are really good, next time someone strikes up a conversation with me, I will also leave my home phone number—”

As for the food of the day... Xiao Yao meant to order takeaway, but Shen's mother and daughter thought that would be better than hot pot.

"I do not have……"

"The magazine is also mine." Shen Jie said.

It may be a bit vulgar to say this: Shen Jie of our family has not heard me read the composition to her, so how can you...

He went back to sit on the sofa, picked up the new issue of "The Emperor of Science Fiction" and flipped through it.

He put down the phone, stood up and went forward, took the plastic bag from the girl's hand: "This is not in the soap chip room, what are you doing with this room?"

"Here we come, uncle!" Shen Jie opened the bedroom door, picked up the basket, and ran out joyfully.

"But, Xiaomei wants to hear classmate Xiao Yao read to me." Zhao Xiaomei's tone was a little coquettish.

Thinking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there. At this moment, Shen Jie kicked open the bedroom door and broke in. There were two plastic dishes in her left hand and three in her right hand, all of which were meat and vegetables.

"Yes, you just read that, the Ministry of Education... The Ministry of Education recommends the must-read list for high school students, 100 literary masterpieces, etc., pick your favorite to read...

"It was also my money!" Shen Jie said forcefully.

"Uh... I'm overwhelmed." Xiao Yao changed into a particularly comfortable sitting position: "What's the matter, can you find me if you need something?"

"If you read more, what should you read? The 800-character essay selection for middle school students?" Zhao Xiaomei continued to ask for advice seemingly seriously.

"I have watched Guo Bite's "A River of Happiness"..." Zhao Xiaomei said.

"Okay." Xiao Yao nodded, wondering why Shen Jie didn't get jealous until this time.

"If you want to take a picture, you can do it, otherwise why don't you take a picture of the photo?" Shen Jie said as a matter of course.

"The phone is mine." Shen Jie sat up suddenly, stared at Xiao Yao and stretched out her hand, her white and tender palm spread upwards.

"Okay." Xiao Yao put down the half-edited text message, closed the Motorola in his hand, and put it in Shen Jie's palm.

If it was a month or two ago, Xiao Yao might have satisfied her request, but now...

In fact, I seem to want to take a photoshoot at the beginning?Xiao Yao thought.

"Okay, okay, Qingpu is Qingpu." Xiao Yao put on his trousers, put on his slippers, and got out of bed.

Wait, Qingpu?
Xiao Yao thought of something extraordinary.

From here to Qingpu, I'm afraid it's more than 20 kilometers, right?

(End of this chapter)